#your not an ally if you sexualize me without consent
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Trans "allies" when they see a trans femboy/not passing boy:
awww, so soft and cute! your a little uwu boy huhhh?
Trans "allies" when they see a trans man/passing boy:
ew.
(or)
*blatantly sexualizes either of them for no reason, without their consent*
(some trans boys like being an "uwu"/"soft"/"cute" boy but not all of us- esspecially ones that arent passing yet- it can even hurt. feels like your infantilizing us in a way yk.)
#your not an ally if you sexualize me without consent#or dont like me because im masculine/passing#sorry not sorry#lgbtq#queer#lgbtq community#lgbtqplus#lgbt pride#lgbtqiia+#queer community#transgender#trans#trans rights#trans men are men#even if their fem
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Sugar on the Cream!
Alastor x Reader
Synopsis: Alastor found out about your powers and decided to take matters into his own hands to reestablish who's in charge at this hotel and that he was perfectly capable of destroying you. A warning to not try any funny business, though who's to say he didn't find the threat of you being more powerful absolutely enticing.
Themes: +18, Slight Dubious Consent, Bondage, Breeding Kink, A/B/O Dynamics, Dominant Alpha Alastor, Alastor feeling threatened, Reader with Deal Breaking ability, AFAB Chubby Reader, G/N Omega Reader, Black Bear Reader, Cervix Penetration, Stomach Bulge, Knotting
Word Count: 4,195
A/N: Not beta read!! Also, I know Alastor is canonically aro/ace. As someone who is aro/ace, I enjoy the representation. This is fiction for funsies. Being aro/ace doesn't mean you can't have sexual relations or romantic ones. Respectfully, we should recognize we all ship characters with whatever sexuality is canon, with the opposite of that canon. Like Hob Gadling x Dream of the Endless. Canonically, Dream has only ever been with women, he had a wife, etc. Like, let's not try and pretend we don't disrespect canons all the time and stop trying to be 'allies' or 'heroes'. It's fiction. It's not the Hat fic and writing like this isn't invalidating aro/ace ppl in any way imo. If it was, we could say all the Bakugou x Deku shit is invalidating the obvious crush Deku has on Ochako so we should all stop then, huh? Naw. My opinion so whatever. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Let me know if I should continue. Got a few ideas for this. but nothing concrete.
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙣.
𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣!"
You weren’t sure how you got yourself into this situation. Well, you knew how, but to have the Radio Demon with his full attention on you, hand down your pants with fingers teasing and coaxing blood to the tiny nub of pleasure to life, was something you’d never thought would or could happen. You’d even witness him actively avoiding all physical contact around the others and keeping a distance between them at all times. You’d only ever seen Nifty be the only one who could lay a hand on him without him looking like he was repulsed behind gritted teeth.
You thought he was just annoyed by you as a person, but the dots slowly clicked as your mind raced to think of what could have possibly required him to want to entertain you in this way. The only thing you could think of was the Radio demon had heard you expressing your powers, in private, to Charlie. You knew it had been best to do so alone, not wanting to become a pawn to any prying ears, especially as an unclaimed omega. You didn’t think your powers would’ve been one to issue such a strong, sexual response from the demon whom you’d heard wasn’t interested in such flights of fancy. Plus, it wasn’t like you knew really how to use it as well and it wasn’t like you had been the nicest smelling omega around. You had only been staying at the hotel at most about four months, only discovering it after the whole fight the hotel had against Heaven.
Alastor’s claws must’ve been retractable, the digits were meticulously placed with firm pressure, switching between circling and up-and-down motion on your throbbing button. He leniently alternated to stroking around the bud and a bit down, not quite to your entrance, but in an attentive manner to figure out what you fancied. You could hear soft jazz in the background. You’d been placed upon his lap, facing away from him with both of your thighs on each side of his, those long legs of his making it difficult to try and close yours. You were trapped in the spot by onyx tentacles; one wrapped around each calf and a thicker one that squished into your plush stomach. Alastor’s free arm was wrapped-up around your upper torso, his large hand grasping your neck as if to dare you to try and escape. Your scent was rising in the air, the smell of chamomile, frankincense and sandalwood clouded the room. It was tainted with the sweetness of arousal, usually a more subtle scent combination for an omega but you’d never heard any complaints. For Alastor though, it was overbearing on his senses - it had reminded him too much of his human life and now to have it unfiltered between you was near deadly. Oh, how it fueled a fire you didn’t even know was there. Sure, you could appreciate the handsome, charming demeanor that was inherently Alastor, though his off-putting behavior and remarks had been enough to warrant a bit of distance. You were just at the hotel to help sinners and by the sounds of Alastor’s cackling of others pain, you could grasp easily you were not on the same page. There had been no need to engage besides pleasantries and his passive, condescending mannerisms was a deterrent.
But, here you were with your pussy being flirted with by someone who you should be absolutely terrified of. However, you weren’t though, you weren’t dumb enough to not be cautious. If you were correct on your assumption, you knew you held a sort of bargaining chip he wanted, which had been the initial interest in you. You had been unsure if his intentions had been only business, nevertheless this event was telling more had been involved and brewing in Alastor’s head. This situation wasn’t supposed to be happening to begin with. He’d tempted you into a simple chat in his radio tower, only to corner you like this. If anything, you’d hoped he would have fessed up and tried to make amendments for his strange and creepy stalking behaviors. You knew he wouldn’t apologize for the added passive aggressiveness he displayed when having to interact with you so that was out of the question.
“Do you think you can get in the way of my charity project here? Do you think you have the right to threaten me?”
Alastor asked this, his radio filtered voice animated and joyful though it covered obvious annoyance.
The pressure of two of his fingers were becoming more intense as he sped up. A warm tingle spread like wildfire from your fingertips to your toes, igniting every nerve ending in a fiery blaze. Your heart raced in your chest, a primal drumbeat of desire that pulsed through your veins with a delicious urgency. You couldn’t stop the gentle, breathy pants that escaped your parted lips, hips twitching. You could feel the gentle caressing of his breath on top of your head and forehead, his lithe body being much taller and bigger than your plump, small one, so he had to crouch over your form. He was watching you with zealous eyes and a fervid smile.
“N-No, of course not. That’s not why I came to the hotel, Alastor. I wa… I wanted to help Charlie.”
You weren’t lying. Your ability came with smaller powers that were much more laidback than breaking soul deals. Sure, you had a few souls under your belt from when you’d first arrived in hell and unleashed your Justice upon one unlucky demon who you saw treat those who he owned unfairly and abusively. It had been the leader of a small gang that had been trying to establish a selling ground and you'd walked by to see the leader beating on a smaller demon who was desperately trying to explain that they'd gotten robbed. The anger you’d felt came out and it unleashed your wrath, a manifestation of a sword that cut through the chains. Those poor souls you set free gave you theirs as payment, seeing you’d never do such harm to them like that, that they could be free and never scared into having to sell their soul again to some awful sinner. You made sure they never told anyone of your powers and that they could have their freedom without you dictating or needing them. Your secret was safe. You had learned enough in your time in Hell to know how a sinner became an Overlord and the politics around it. That just wasn't your cup of tea. Nonetheless, you had the additional ability to manipulate auras though you’d only ever used it to calm potential attackers or anyone around you upset. It wasn’t anything too fancy or showy, but it had helped you more times than you could count. Considering yourself and other sinners, a calming energy would be helpful amongst the traumatized. You’d hoped Charlie would be able to use it when it came to her vision of redemption. To establish a safe place to heal, whether it turned to being able to redeem oneself or for just a healing journey. Dying and arriving in Hell was another round of trauma, it didn't hurt to try and work on healing.
Your gaze was all over the place despite wanting to look down to watch his hand in your pants but his grasp upon your neck prohibited in viewing such activities. You didn’t have enough focus to try and calm the radio demon but at this point, you didn’t think your manipulation to his aura would do anything. You hadn’t dared tried it since arriving and since he was already so worked up, it probably wouldn’t do much to deter him from his mission. The static radiating from his body penetrated yours, dancing amongst your skin in light prickles that had your little fuzzy ears cocked forward to listen.
“Oh, dearest. This is my entertainment. Not yours. I don’t enjoy thinking you may try to interfere or overthrow me — I advise you to not attempt your silly little powers on me.”
The grip on your neck tightened, his fingers picking up pace having already started feeling the wetness seep from you. Your arousal and exquisite pheromones were greedily inhaled by the cannibal, to savor the suggestion of a body ready for seed taking. It was a new urge for the radio demon to mark you with his seed, his scent and to taint you in such a ferocious manner.
“My, my. How darling of you to be so quiet and submissive now. Are you frightened?”
Alastor chuckled cheekily, the rumbling in his chest vibrated against your back. You honestly couldn’t care less about what he said, too focused on the quickening ministrations forced upon your now swollen clit. His own scent was filling the air, hitting your nostrils in gentle waves. He smelled of petrichor, the soothing scent before the rain hit the Earth. It was almost ironic.
Your breathing was shortening, the pleasure building with your lower muscles tightening. You weren’t scared at this point, especially feeling his hard dick pressed to your backside and his own arousal contaminating his natural scent.
“Alastor— W-Wait, wait wait-…” Your face flushed with color, you closed your eyes trying to hold back your impending orgasm.
The male hummed, though didn’t stop his fingers as a black tendril slid its way from his side and down your trousers. The pointed appendage slid between your folds, teasing at your entrance.
“I’m afraid there’s no waiting for you, my sweet. Now… cum for me.”
He sounded humored at first, voice dropping an octave as he demanded you to reach your peak. As he said it, his tentacle shoved its way into your cunt, stretching and burying itself deep inside. That pushed you over the edge, the way the tentacle had pushed up against your cervix and caused you to come immediately. Your back arched, pressing back into him with eyes closed tightly and moan muffled by your own stubbornness with a bitten lip and flattened ears. Your cunt squeezed at the tentacle, earning attention from it by starting to move in and out of you with determination. The appendage fucked you through it, the high of your release trying to pass but instead once your cunt was fucked through your first orgasm, there was no stopping the tentacle from sending you straight into another. The second ripped through your body fast and harsh, the wetness audible to both of your ears. Your voice cut through the static with a sudden high-pitched moan, your thigh muscles quaking as you pressed your hips down against his. Alastor paid no mind to your squirming body in his lap, only removing the inky, wet tendril from your hole after your petite form relaxed, twitching from overstimulation.
You were a complete mess at this point; face heated crimson with a light shine of sweat, bottom lip swollen from where you’d fought to keep yourself quiet, eyes half open and dazed. Alastor felt absolutely, utterly depraved seeing you like this. He could see you as equal to or more powerful than him - a righteous and conscientious mess. Never would he think someone so obviously pathetic would have such a power thus a power over him. He wanted you in more ways than one; to own you, to control you, and maybe to let you do the same with him. You’d be the only one who he could judge as worthy of such a thing, outright knowing you’d never give your soul to him.
His hand on your throat released, clawed fingers slid down to the pants you wore and ripped through them easily. Underwear was shredded too, your wet and puffy cunt exposed to the cool air. You glanced down through blurry eyes, to the sight of Alastor using both hands now to grip onto your thighs.
"What a performance! I'd say you deserve a reward for such a treat."
The deer demon used a shadowy tentacle to pull his cock out from between you both, the heavy shaft slapping up against your drenched slit. You jerked at the touch, still trying to catch your breath as you saw the tip of his cock leak, flushed with red and at the base was already the beginnings of a swollen knot. The shape was different than you’d thought it would be, the tip a notably large mushroom shape, the length connecting to it slender before flaring out larger in the middle before the rest of the length connected to the swollen knot. His scent was immensely clouding all your senses now, your omega body responding with profuse arousal. Oh, you wanted him now. It was undeniable of the chemistry of your two bodies, your inner omega preening at the idea of being so wanted and filled by such a strong Alpha. Your little black tail twitched eagerly, your small black ears pressing forward in alertness.
Alastor took your pause as the perfect opportunity to grind his hips up against you, his cock rubbing between your wetness, just slipping between the folds. You were trying to catch your breath still, eyes wide at the fact he must’ve been thinking his dick would fit. Your body was much smaller than his seven foot stature, surely he wouldn’t.
But, he would try. This was power-play at its finest, Alastor wanted to assert his dominance and control over your body. He wasn’t keen on physical contact for sure, using rather violence to instill terror upon those who dare threaten his status. You, however, weren’t phased by his theatrics so now he had to take it into his own hands. You had the one ability that if you wanted to, you could either ruin or save Alastor and that pissed him the fuck off.
"How cute. You're so wet for me."
The slick, lubricious sensation of his dick rubbing against you was utterly divine. You looked up at him, angling your head to the side with flickering eyes along his face. His scarlet eyes met yours, pupils dilated, his sinister grin stretched to its fullest to show his yellow-pointed teeth.
"P-Please-"
"Please, what? Hm? Speak up, you look stupid mumbling nothing."
Alastor opened his mouth, his long and pointed crimson tongue fell out to lick along your cheek. The muscle was smooth and only momentarily a distraction from him lifting your body up enough to start to bury the tapered head of his cock into your heat. Your body tensed at this regardless of the foreplay, your mushy and sopping cunt still resisting such an attempt of intrusion.
“Mmf! Ha… Haa… Alastor it won't -”
“C’mon now, darling. I’m getting in one way or another~!”
He said this in a sing-song like voice, almost chastising you, static rising in sound near the end to emphasize his resolute and unwavering commitment to ensuring his dick would invade your tiny hole. Your head snapped forward, hands grasping on the armrests as some sort of stability. He used your body to bear down at the same time, your cunt forced to accommodate and stretch with a sweetened squeeze once the glans fit. The psychotic Overlord didn’t stop there, no. He knew you could take it, take pain and take what he could give you.
Alastor didn’t give you a chance to soak in the way your pussy quivered in delight at being stretched so wide. He, instead, still holding at your plump waist and pulled you down no matter the resistance. His cock demanded your tight walls to envelope him, the swell of his appendage filling you quickly despite the inevitable ache. You were sure he wouldn’t get all the way down and he only paused once the tip of his dick hit your cervix. The absolute stretch and burn of the demons cock shoved you over the edge again in a premature yet strong climax of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck!”
You whined keenly, you nearly couldn’t stop cumming already, he was just so big that his length hit all the right bundles of nerves. Even now though, your pussy lips hadn’t swallowed him full nor reached the top of his knot. Your overly-sensitive and agitated clit thrummed between your legs, the frenzied spasms of your pussy’s muscles enticed a guttural snarl from him.
"Watch your language, omega. It's not very becoming of you."
Alastor’s sharp claws pricked at your clothing, digging more as he started moving your hips, to roll against his in a shallow motion. He didn’t lift you up too much, favoring to keep himself confined as deeply as he could. Your pussy walls made it incredibly hard for him, his focus on the way your pliable, tender cervix felt. Each hit of his tip was a kiss for your cervix to give in, to extend beyond normal measures and make your womb his. Your beseeching, eager moans and squeals left out of your lips, not bothering to saying anything. The sounds of your drenched pussy, strained sobs and skin meeting skin, were desirable compositions to the radio demon.
“Sweetheart, your moans of ecstasy are like a melody to me. I must have you immerse me.”
Alastor dropped the radio filter just at the last word, voice lowered from he usual cheerful and velvety tone. You knew what he meant, your eyes widened with adrenaline and panic. You tried wiggling out of his grasp this time, the tentacles grip tightening and pulling taunt to stop you, the demon laughing in elation as he drove his cock deeper with an abrupt and harsh tug down. This time, the tender and swollen cushion of your cervix gave into his bullying cock, terribly uncomfortable yet endorphin releasing.
You were fully seated on him basically limp, a passive and panting mess with dewy skin. Your raw pussy walls twitched and fluttered around his length, getting used to the strain. His large hands tenderly massaged your sides before merely resting on them. You could hear the static much louder now, his own breathing unbridled and heavy. You were sure if you looked down, no matter the soft meat on your tummy, it would be bulging from the sheer intrusion. You honestly couldn’t get your gaze to focus, overcome by the feeling of blissful fullness.
A drop of drool caught your attention, dripping onto your left shoulder and being absorbed by the dark sweater you wore. He was drooling over the tight, wet heat of your womb and overbeating want to mate you, nearly losing himself to his more demonic and feral form of himself with antlers elongating and scleras filling with black.
“You don't realize what you've been doing to me. Angering me, not even confiding in me - a strong Alpha, of your powers. Always on my mind, always thinking of you. Seems like even now… You have me within your precious grasp, little bear.”
Breathy, hungry - the infernal Overlord shuddered underneath you. He started off easy, controlling your smaller, supple form with his grasp and demonic tentacles. He bounced you up and down his cock, only pulling you up enough to feel the crown of his glans hit the resistance of your cervix with a gratifying suck. It was like your pussy was trying to keep him inside, the walls felt like they were tightening every time he went to pull out whilst your juices leaked and slobbered over his stiff member. This drove the radio demon into an all-consuming, rageful want.
The consuming urge to breed you heightened. He wanted you to smell of him, plump and well fed with a fawn inside your tummy. He already knew how fertile you were, mouth-watering pheromones lush with reminders. Alastor lifted you up, the shadowy tentacles holding on. His hips began thrusting up in a hurried pace. His cock pulled down on your cervix harshly, using your womb as his personal toy. His knot kept catching on your entrance, teasing your folds as a warning to what’s to come.
Each gasp, each moan that escaped your lips was a symphony of ecstasy, a sweet melody of pleasure that echoed through the air like a siren's song. In that moment, you were lost in a whirlwind of sensation. Your every nerve ending alive with the intoxicating rush of pleasure. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. You couldn't deny that there was something intoxicating about the whole situation; the way his body moved against yours, the way his tentacles wrapped around you, the way his breath felt against your skin and how he'd taken all of this pleasure unprovoked. It had been too long since your omegan needs had been drawn out, your heats spent alone and cold.
The radio demon was entranced, intoxicated with your sounds, scent and plushness against him. He couldn’t stop the rest of his obsidian tendrils from finding their way to various places on your body, whether it be wrapping around you or fondling and rubbing your chest, thighs and stomach. Alastor wanted you to know how powerful he was, how he could consume you in all his glorious ways, and be a considerable candidate for a mate. The deer was truly feeling some conflicted feelings. Despite his cruel and domineering actions, there was a part of him that seemed to crave your power, your ability to challenge him, maybe a harbinger for change. You wondered if this was what he truly needed, someone to stand up to him and show him that he wasn't invincible.
You could feel it building again, the all-consuming and concentrated passionate feeling of your sensitive cunt reaching its cumulation.
"I'm going to e a t you."
It was too much, eyes tearful as you felt his cool, wet tongue swipe sloppily at your neck with a gnarling sound. He was lapping and putting pressure on your scent glands, gladly tasting at your sweetness. It was incredibly difficult to not seal this side of the deal, forcing you to have to consider being his mate and manipulated by your own body since the mating tie would have been halfway made if he bit you. His own Alpha chanted and growled 'My Omega. Mine!' internally. His jaw unhinged to latch fully onto the conjunction of your neck and shoulder just below your flavorful scent glands. Alastor’s fierce and sharp-edged teeth sunk in, blood oozing thickly from the puncture wounds. He sucked and kept hold of you like that, enamored with the erotic, ambrosial taste of your blood. Your desperate mewling was nonstop.
"A-Alpha, am gonna cum!"
The pain threw you over the edge and you came hard on his thick cock, your gooey wetness squishing out of you with every snap of his hips. His rough and jarring thrusts increased to fuck you through it. Your pussy was milking him, tightening and releasing his swelling cock - for him was heavenly, pleasure building up as his final push over the peak. He yanked your body down on him to secure his already bloating knot in you earning a debauched, filthy wail from your throat. Your gummy cunt strained and enveloped around him entirely, widely, slipping over his knot as it popped achingly into you. Once inside, the knot expanded, getting larger and larger and forcing your body to accept the wide bulge as it plugged your cunt. Your body tensed with hands grasping at the poor cushion of the chairs arms, muscles shaking violently as you felt his awfully hot, viscous cum enter your womb, filling it full. As Alastor's thrusts slowed, his breathing becoming more even, you knew that this was just the beginning. The power struggle between you two was far from over, and you knew that you would have to be careful in how you handled it.
But for now, you allowed yourself to bask in the afterglow of the encounter, feeling the warmth of Alastor's body against yours, and the heat of his cum inside you. You were slack against him and he fully leaned over you, his cock still leaking in you and his tentacles all stroking and rubbing tenderly along your body. Alastor’s hands slid underneath your top and cupped your belly’s softness, feeling where his dick and cum rested inside you snuggly as he unlatched his mouth from you. Those lean hands massaged the supple, swollen flesh instigating little, satisfied whines from you as you reveled in the mixed scent of blood and sexual afterglow. You were so full of his cock and seed, you knew when his knot went down it would leak heavily out of you.
"Good omega. So good for me, little omega." Alastor nuzzled to your scent gland, avoiding the now drying wound right underneath.
In this moment, you felt a strange sense of intimacy with the radio demon. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but feel a connection with him, a bond that was forged in the heat of the moment. You wondered what would happen next, whether this would be the start of something more, or if it would end here and now. Maybe he’d try to kill you off for good. Who knows.
#alastor x reader#chubby reader#alastor hazbin hotel#radio demon#alastor the radio demon#x reader#reader insert#gn reader#smut#a/b/o dynamics#pwp#power play#angel dust#husker#hazbin#18+ only#alastor#lucifer morningstar#cervix penetration#tentacles#not beta read#we die like adam
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Acowar Review✨✨ sjm needs to pay for my therapy✨✨
Its not as infuriating as acomaf but its still… bad.
Point 1: the court of ignorance and dumbassery
Lets cut to the chase. why the FUCK didnt feyre read Tamlin and Luciens minds at ANYPOINT while she was doin her hot girl shit of taking the spring court down??? huh sjm??? why is your fmc only powerful when convenient. So much could have been cut down. Acowar was way too long.
The whole destroying of the spring court didnt even make that much sense. Im all for a girlie getting back at the people who wronged her but feyre ended up hurting a lot of innocent people in the process. Feyre even tries to ignore the consequences of her actions. She had to invade peoples minds and manipulate people to get them to turn against tamlin and all this could have been avoided if she read his damn mind and learned he was a double agent. Lucien even hinted towards it
Part One: Princess of Carrion »
Chapter Six
None. It was either go to war with the Night Court and Hybern, or ally with Hybern, let them try to stir up trouble, and then use that alliance to our own advantage further down the road." "What do you mean," I breathed. But Lucien realized what he'd said, and hedged, "We have enemies in every court. Having Hybern's alliance will make them think twice." Liar. Trained, clever liar.
If feyre is supposed to be so smart, and she did pick up on this, why didnt she do anything? This is so frustrating.
Then once she leaves the spring court i found myself frankly not caring. Acomaf hadnt given me enough to care about the inner circle so i didnt and sjm cant make me like rhysand. which i have so many gripes but for word counts sake let me name my main ones
Point 2: Sarah Janet Maas and her shitty love interests
the ignoring rhysand sexual assault of feyre and EXCUSING it and his little habit of not telling his court things
Part Two: Cursebreaker »
Chapter Twelve
Was it going on before you even left?" I whipped my head to him, even if I could barely make out his features in the dark. "I never touched Rhysand like that until months later." "You kissed Under the Mountain." "I had as little choice in that as I did in the dancing." "And yet this is the male you now love." He didn't know-he had no inkling of the personal history, the secrets, that had opened my heart to the High Lord of the Night Court. They were not my stories to tell
here we have sjm acknowledging that yeah, rhysand Sexually Assaulted Feyre UtM in Acotar. Without her consent he dressed her inappropriately (which she was uncomfortable with) had her dance provocatively in his lap, kissed her, and made her drink alcohol so she wouldn't remember the details all without her consent. Yet Sjm is going “its fine” now and feyre herself going “you just dont get it…” ⁉️⁉️⁉️
Now see if sjm actually planned for rhysand to become the love interest why didnt she just avoid all this by having Amarantha make rhysand do this to feyre? Because that would have solved some issues but no. Because Rhysand did all this of his own free will in acotar. He actively chose to do this to feyre. To humiliate her and anger Tamlin because rhysand is obsessed with Tamlin.
Rhysand also loves to not tell his own court things. I was and still am very angry over him not telling Mor, Azriel, Cassien and at the very least his Wife about his plan with the court of nightmares. Just why.
Mors anger towards Nesta also makes no sense. sjm stop writing girl on girl hate challenge impossible
Point three: That one toy story scene “I dont wanna play with you anymore!”
Now tamlin. Tamlin tamlin tamlin im so sorry love for what sjm has done to you. If i start ill never stop. What Tamlin said to feyre and rhysand at the high lords meeting was out of pocket but he also wasnt wrong about some things. Also from established character these actions make no sense and his actions havent made sense since acomaf because sjm threw him and his character away to play with shadow daddy and bad morals. But she also cant commit to making a character of hers actually evil so tamlin saves the whole day by bringing the autumn court to fight and saving rhysand life. Tamlin has redeemed himself by sjm standards but she then wrote the holiday novel which i have read and detested.
Overall the plot was fine. i guess. it probably looked better when compared to the characters.
Sjm learn to redeem characters outside of “ooh they were abused and have trauma so everything they do is okay” for guys and “she fell in love/had sex with the most PERFECT MALE TO EVER MASCULINE.” its boring and flat. Also i know what happens in Acosf (i will not be reading that ty) so wtf happened to Nesta bro. she got the tamlin treatment. boooo 👎
to end off heres some of my favorite highlights from acowar 50%+ thru the book.
#a court of wings and ruin#anti acowar#anti sjm#sjm critical#anti rhysand#anti feysand#tamlin#pro tamlin#This book was bullshit
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Having a femdom kink isn't a replacement for feminism and doesn't necessarily make you an ally to trans women or someone who combats transmisogyny
Doing the performative "I'm not like those other icky men you can trust me look how much I put down those gross sexist pigs/effeminate fake men" song and dance isn't supporting trans women or fighting transmisogyny especially when the trans people you're lying about aren't being transmisogynistic but are talking about their experiences as trans people with transphobia some of it lateral from within the community but the majority of it from cis people
Harassing and threatening trans men mascs neuts intersex people or anyone who you decide is a or is empathetic to "theyfab trender transandrophobia truthers" isn't supporting trans women
Victim blaming mocking people's trauma and denying that what they say happened to them happened isn't feminist activism
Talking like a chaser about trans women interspersed with posts about how "we need to kill/rape transandrophobia truthers they are whiny bitches unlike me I'm a good boy I suffer in silence for my goddess dommy mommy transfem betters like a reel man™" makes you look fucking sus and it's creepy and fetishistic as fuck and seems to be more about something you're trying to work through than about actually supporting trans women genuinely as people beyond your fetishizing stereotypes of them
Like you can be into femdom with consenting trans women that's not the issue it's the using of this dynamic of "look at me I'm a very special boy I hate other trans mascs" transandrophobic and frankly transmisogynistic shit masquerading as "solidarity" from some people I see littered all over tags where people are talking about their real traumas and struggles that makes me gag
Like it's so self centred to as a trans man make your "Im supporting trans women" action all about trans men and mascs and hating them and telling them to shut up
like you're literally not centring trans women you're centring trans men as an excuse to play "I'm a real man because I suffer in silence and you don't " shit like trans women aren't misogynistic cishet men they see through you trying to do that chasery "pick me" shit and no actual advocacy for trans women beyond "harass these trans guys for the good of trans women(most of who never asked or wanted us to harass anyone) "
Actually support trans women and fight for them and with them without dehumanising & objectifying them & yes putting them on a collective pedestal they didn't consent to for your femdom kink and trying to claim that is the same as being anti transmisogyny is objectifying
"benevolent" sexism is still sexism. Trans women are women they are human people not sexual objects to use for your own inferiority complex or kink or to work through your own guilt surrounding being a trans man
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So to be very clear: you do not believe that trans people are who they say they are, but rather, you believe in social constructs of gender as being rigid definitions? As in, a woman is simply someone who doesn't have visible hormonal imbalances and looks feminine to you? Gender as a gut instinct? Explain whether or not you are a trans ally and give real explanations.
So, I can tell this isn’t being asked in good faith, but that’s okay! I’m going to answer in good faith anyway, since you haven’t been vulgar and I hope this may be useful to you.
So, to start with, I don’t care how people present themselves. In fact, in my ideal world (a long, long, way off) people would be free to:
Dress however they like
Date/have sex with whomever they like (assuming consent by all parties of course)
Have whatever job they want (assuming they are or will be qualified for it)
Play with whatever toys they like
Be friends with whomever they like
Call themselves whatever name they like
And other similar things
I’d say that indicates I don’t support “rigid definitions” of gender, and I certainly don’t support the idea that female individuals should conform to the current social role(s) prescribed to women or that male individuals should conform to the current social role(s) prescribed to men. In fact, I am strongly against the social construct of gender. I don’t want biological sex to have any say at all in everyone’s day to day life.
That being said, I also recognize that biological sex does exist and (in humans) cannot be changed (for some excellent reading about this see: this open letter about “whether biological sex is real”, and just to anticipate some common arguments: “inter sexism” is not as common as red hair, and sex is not a spectrum (as written by an individual with CAH, I also suggest this deconstruction of postmodernism as postmodernism underpins the theory leading to the “sex as a spectrum” conclusion).
I also know that there are very real, very impactful differences between the sexes in today's world (for sources on this please see anything in my male violence tag as a starting point) that justify the existence of sex separated bathrooms/shelters/etc.
Now, is it possible that some day men and women will be socialized they same way from birth, that crime rates between the sexes will equalize? Sure! Maybe! At that point in time, the only difference left between the sexes will be medical. But right now, these are facts of life that you can’t wish away.
To address the rest of your question explicitly, no a woman is not “simply someone who doesn't have visible hormonal imbalances and looks feminine to [me]”. Many women have hormonal imbalances and they are still women; many others present themselves in a traditionally masculine way and they are still women. A woman is simply “an adult female human”, where “adult” means fully grown, human means “a member of the primate genus Homo”, and female means “of or denoting the sex that produces ova or bears young”. (And to against anticipate a common response, please note the use of the word “of” in the preceding definition, the use here means “derived or coming from” indicating that the individual in question need not actually produce ova or have children, simply that they are of the sex capable of doing so.)
I don’t really know what you mean by “gender as a gut instinct”. I can say that gender is a social construct (created by humans without existing independently in nature) that prescribes certain behaviors based on an individuals biological sex. Gender is often used interchangeably with “gender roles” when using the above definition. Gender may also be used interchangeably with “sex”, generally to avoid association with “sexual activity”. I use the first definition of gender, and consider it to be inherently oppressive to women.
Finally, I support trans people to the extent described above (in reference to self-expression). I also support a variety of social reforms concerning housing, health care access, economic equality, and others that would positively benefit everyone including trans individuals. Importantly, I support evidence based interventions for individuals with dysphoria (many of the current interventions are not evidence based), please see the society for evidence based gender medicine for an excellent resource concerning scientific literature review concerning trans health care.
It’s up to you to decide if that make me a “trans ally” or not. I think it does, and I encourage you to evaluate which parts of this you disagree with and why. How different are our ideal worlds? Why do you find it easier to reject biological realities than challenge long-held social realities?
Feel free to message me if you’d like to talk!
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Thin Edge of a Wedge Pt. 1
Summary: Isaac approaches Renato with a surprising request. (Possible future scene taking place shortly after Phagophobia, based loosely on this prompt.)
Words: 2,075
Content Advisory: Sexual themes and situations, consensual vampire hypnosis, angry sexual tension, enemies-to-forced-allies-to-lovers, swearing, kissing, biting, consensual blood-drinking, violent vampire feeding thoughts, enthusiastic consent, fade-to-black ending
Renato turned his head and leaned in a fraction as if his hearing had failed him. “I’m sorry. I thought you said—”
“Hypnotize me. Dorian says it’s possible to learn how to break out of bloodborn trances with practice. So, help me train.” Despite the direct words and his matter-of-fact tone, Soto kept his gaze—usually so bold, so sharp—trained on a far corner of the motel room. An arm crossed over his middle, gripping the opposite as he sat on one of the two shabby beds.
While his body already knew which way to cast its vote, Renato’s finer faculties hesitated. “What prompted this?”
“Hm, gosh, let me think. Oh, right. We’re surrounded by Unseen Hand agents who’d love to stab us in the back.”
“Are you implying you could get lost in another bloodborn’s eyes? Agent Soto, you wound me.”
“Can you give being an asshole a rest for, like, half a second? I’m serious.”
It wasn’t an unreasonable request, truth be told. Quite pragmatic really. Possibly even laudable, given all Soto had recently suffered—no small amount of which sat at the top of Renato’s ever-growing list of mistakes.
That’s precisely what made it so suspicious.
Renato took a seat on the bed across from Soto’s, the rickety frame squeaking as he crossed his legs and leaned back on both hands. “You didn’t have a problem snapping out of my hypnosis the first time. And you seem to have at least some level of immunity to Kinslayer’s version now.”
“That’s not the same as being able to resist questioning in a casual situation I’m not expecting, or with weird soul magic involved. Like you keep pointing out, if Oleander or Motley or any of the Unseen Hand gets wind of what we’re actually up to we’re dead.”
Again, a bit of strategic paranoia worthy of an aquila. Something was definitely off.
“Fine, suppose I agree,” Renato said. “What, exactly, do you expect me to do?”
“I dunno. Ask me stuff I wouldn’t want to answer and I’ll try to resist.”
The sensible thing to do on his end was to walk away, of course. Ignore Soto and whatever strange impulse was driving him for the rest of the evening. Heaven knew there were a hundred and one tasks actually related to their survival that needed his attention.
Only none of those sent a thrill up his spine.
“Okay, let’s do it.” Renato leaned forward and put his hands on his thighs, smiling. He had enjoyed the odd sleepover party—sharing secrets, truth or dare, all that—as a child when they’d been possible. A shame Ollie wasn’t staying in the same motel. He wouldn’t have minded asking for a couple of her facial masks.
With just a trace of trepidation, Soto mirrored his posture. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Released it. Met Renato’s amused gaze with grave determination. “Ready.”
“What’s your name?”
A divot of annoyance appeared on Soto’s brow. “You know it already.”
“Remind me.”
“Isaac Soto Marquez,” he huffed.
“Your birthday?”
“July seventeenth. Which you also know.”
Well, he’d glanced at it in the Coven’s personal file on Soto, although that had been weeks ago. Considering Renato didn’t remember the exact date of his own birth (which might have already passed since he did know it occurred during storm season), he’d have to make a note to write Soto’s down. Get his favorite grumpy researcher a little treat. Speaking of which…
“What sort of cake do you like?”
There. Surprise smoothed out Soto’s expression. Without disapproval or anxiety etched around his mouth or eyes, it was easy to remember he was barely coming up on age thirty. “Cake? Er, tres leches. With fruit on top, not cinnamon.”
“What kind of fruit is your favorite?”
Shoulders relaxed. Pupils dilated slightly. “Well, uh, I like summer ones the most. You know, mangoes, cherries, peaches.” A pause. “That last one’s my favorite, though. I love peaches. Even from a can.”
“Really? I used to love oranges, though of course I can only enjoy them for their smell now. Some of my best memories are of stopping at ports with orchards so I could pick some.” Renato smiled, earning a shy one in return. “Have you ever eaten fruit straight from the tree or vine, Agent Soto?”
“I…yeah. Yeah, a lot of the werecreature communities I’ve visited have gardens. And I did the whole picking strawberries thing during the spring once with Jeremy.” A soft, faraway sheen shone over dark brown eyes.
Renato ran his tongue along the back of one fang. He had Soto now. While their little game hadn’t been Renato’s idea initially, he wasn’t sorry he’d played, whatever the true stakes. “Who’s Jeremy?”
Creaking as weight shifted the other bed. “My ex.”
Careful. The trick was not to let the prey become too distressed. To give him a little guiding nudge here and there along the path, but to always keep him going with the flow of conversation, not against. Not until the trap had sprung and it was too late. “I see. How many relationships have you had, Agent Soto?”
“Just two. Long term ones.”
“Oh, that’s hardly anything to be embarrassed over.” He had one more than Renato under his belt, after all. And, well, he doubted Soto could have done any worse than Ollie and him had. “Even if you’d had hundreds that didn’t last past sunrise it still wouldn’t be.”
“I know. I guess…sometimes I wish I’d been more aggressive or outgoing or whatever. Elfy always gets pissed when we go out and I turn someone down.”
“Elfy? Your friend from the spirits department?”
“Yeah. She’s always telling me to loosen up and stop thinking with the head on my shoulders so much.” A hand flew up to cover a giggle.
As far as life’s little delights went, Renato ranked witnessing the angriest, most stubborn human he’d ever met giggle just below watching his aquarium. “But that’s not really your style?”
“Nope.” A twitch of the fingers, flicker in the eyes. “Well, okay, once in a while—when I’m really drunk—it is.”
This entire situation came into sudden, cold focus. Decades of training kept Renato’s expression, his mask, from slipping, though. “Would you say you’re bashful when it comes to flirting?” He had certainly read Soto that way during their fateful first meeting at that diner. Though he’d swiftly shed whatever reservations he’d had once they crawled into the backseat of the car.
“Mm. Not really. Not after I get what’s going on.”
“No? High standards maybe?”
“Don’t think so. I don’t have a…a type or whatever.”
“Perhaps you have a hard time surrendering control then?”
Another fidgeting ripple disturbed Soto’s reverie. “I…something like that.”
“Is that why you asked me to hypnotize you, Agent Soto? To surrender control?”
With a jerk, his flustered prey wrenched his gaze away, half-collapsing onto the mattress. Soto panted, his skin gleaming from a light coating of sweat, like he’d just finished running a lap. The tart, candy-apple scent of fear wafted over to Renato, prompting a flood of saliva. Swallowing, he let his lips twist into a smirk.
“That’s a failing grade, as far as I’m concerned.”
“What…?”
“Your tactics could use some work,” Renato continued, uncrossing his legs and rising in one smooth, dignified motion. “Also, I don’t appreciate being subjected to hidden tests. I may not have made the best choices in life, but I’m not so despicable as to ravish someone under the influence either.”
Blinking owlishly but stare quite clear, Soto whipped around to gawp at him. “What do you—”
“Good night, Agent Soto.” He could understand, at last, why Ollie and his reluctant human roommate relished their perches atop a high horse. The rush of victory was amazing as he spun on his heel and strode toward the room’s door.
The sound of grating bedsprings warned him before a hand latched onto the back of his shirt. With a deft turn and shrug, Renato broke the laughable hold on him.
“What the hell—” Soto began.
“I understand the need to hold a grudge.”
“—do you mean—”
“What I don’t get is digging for more reasons to fuel it.”
“—by ravish?”
They stared each other down. Any possibility of hypnosis taking hold tore apart in the clashing currents of hot and cold fury radiating between them.
“I wasn’t testing you,” Soto said, breaking first.
“Oh, really? Please do explain. I’m all ears, as they say.”
“I told you, I want to learn—”
“You’re terrible at lying, Agent Soto. Even to yourself.”
He bristled, the all too familiar defiance setting his jaw and sparking in his eyes. “I’m not—”
Renato whirled and reached for the doorknob.
Weak human fingers scrabbled at him once more. “I don’t know how else to talk to you, all right? And I didn’t think you’d pry into my love life, for fuck’s sake!”
The truth at last. Instead of melting, the rage inside of him expanded, sinking fresh, keen icicles deeper into his chest.
Of course Soto couldn’t simply talk to him. Renato was a bloodborn. Worse, he was an aquila. He wasn’t capable of human mistakes. Or emotions like remorse. At best, he could pretend he was. Wear a charming disguise. Beguile. Lure. Distract. But never offer anything permanent. Never anything real.
“Say something already!” The grip on his shirt tugged. “Don’t give me this silent treatment bullshit.”
Whatever mask had settled over his features made Soto let go and take a step back when he turned.
“Do you want me to make you lose control, Isaac?”
Soto stiffened. It didn’t hide the tremor in his limbs. “You conceited prick.”
“Isaac.” He’d forgotten how good the name felt in his mouth. “It’s a yes or no question.”
Narrowed brown eyes spat death curses at him before darting away again. Soto’s tightened lips parted. No sound came forth. They sealed shut again.
Renato sighed. “You’re a bad liar, but I never took you for a coward when it came to being honest.”
He could have dodged, easily. Instead, he allowed Soto to grab his shoulders and bring their mouths crashing together. Let him decide, too, when to break away and stagger back, chest heaving, stare wide at his own daring.
“That’s not an answer, Isaac.”
“You—!”
Renato slipped one hand around the back of Soto’s head, weaving his fingers into careless black curls but not pulling. Not yet. The other cupped Soto’s jaw, pleasantly rough and raspy from a couple day’s worth of stubble. With his thumb Renato wiped the frown from his lips.
“Yes or no.”
Soto closed his eyes, but it was already too late to hide anything going on behind them. A half-choked swallow made his throat flex in the most enticing way. “I…yes. Yes, okay? I want it.”
It. He wanted it, nothing more. Of course. Still, Renato could do better than a grudging confession.
His hand went from cradling Soto’s face to tearing open his shirt—the shirt always fucking buttoned up to the collar. He should have been a priest, truly. Soto gasped from the sudden violence or the air hitting his exposed shoulder and chest or both. Not giving him a chance to recover, Renato leaned in and started sucking on every bit of bared skin he could get at. Not biting, no, never that again, no matter how much he wanted to chew and rip until Soto’s pulse burst in his mouth like a ripe slice of orange. He only let his throbbing fangs graze over warm flesh, press against it to leave imprints of his teeth behind. Maybe prick it here and there so his tongue could lave over the precious ruby beads of blood afterwards. Savor each tiny shock that shot through him and made the world’s colors scintillate for an instant. Soto threw his arms around Renato to stay standing. Each sharp kiss drew a new, delightful prey noise from him.
He was even more intoxicating than memory served.
Pulling back, Renato inspected his work. Half a dozen little reddish-brown bruises trailed from Soto’s neck and skimmed along just above the curve of his collarbone. A satisfactory start.
“Yes?” Renato prompted again.
Eyes still shut, Soto shivered. “Yes.”
Much, much better. Smiling, Renato guided his willing victim back a pace and shoved him onto the nearest bed.
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I can't in any capacity say that I'm an ally to anyone. That's not me being an asshole. That's not me being a bigot. I'm an ally to no group. I'm a friend to people. And I care about people. Someone asked me about one of my asks where I got called a transphobe and a homophobe and it reminded me about the topic in general.
Fact is I don't care what color you are. What religion you belong to. What sexuality you are. What Identity you assume. If you are not a dick to me or to people that I care about, I won't take issue with you. What's weird though is to be called homophobic when a lot of my friends are lgbt. And this is not one of those, "Well I have a black friend" moments. I legit have friends from varying walks of life. One of my best friends from college was a gay black furry. And one of my favorite past times was picking on him in playful ways. Why? Because if was always fun to see him flustered and he actually thought it was funny. Am I gay? No. I'm comfortable in the fact I'm straight. And my friend knew that.
There are going to be a lot of things that people say that I don't agree with. Does that make me hateful? No. It just means that I have my own views on things. I however understand that if I WAS hateful towards certain groups, I'd have to be bigoted against a huge number of my friends. Like my college buddy from Sri Lanka, his friend and our roommate who's have Korean half Black. Several of my ex GF's who've been bisexual. Even friends of mine who are lesbians whom I've defended in public after they have been accused of being transphobes for, and I'm not kidding, "No being willing to suck the dicks of trans women". That's not a fucking joke. And it's sick.
I've made posts about how I'm not an extremist because I'm not. Fact is, and I mean this, I should not be considered an bigot because I don't worship a movement. No one else should either. And on my blog I will cover a lot of topics. Like:
-Groomers
-Gun Laws
-Radical Feminism
-Black Representation in TV and Movies
-Race Swapping
-Capitalism
-Communism
-Socialism
-Anarchy
-State and Federal Powers
-Etc.
And there will always be more. I'm not transphobic. I just want kids left alone. I'm also not homophobic, but again leave kids alone. If you are an adult you can love another consenting adult. I take ZERO issue with it. And I never will take issues with it. My only focus on any of that stuff is quite literally "Let kids be kids. Let them figure out who they are without pushing them. Don't sexualize them ever." Simple rules to live by. Anything else? I'm willing to have a discussion about. Hell I've been on record losing my shit at least in one of my reblogs borderline making promises to deal with anyone who would threaten any of my friends/family irl because they are LGBT.
What many don't understand about me is that I'm an angry ginger who is actually pretty moderate on most issues. And it's only in cases where people belong to cult like mentalities that anyone can even REMOTELY consider me hateful or radical. More so when we consider that the only people I actively hate are those that actively seek to harm others. And not just in a weird way that won't do anything. I'm talking people that WILL or would enact actual violence onto people I care about. Like the FBI. Or Antifa. Or real extremist white supremacist's. Or segregationists leftists who have called some of my non white friends "house N-". I typically don't give that word any power myself and most of my friends don't, but believe me when I tell you, I'll make you look like a punk and I won't even have to touch you.
So even the notion, that I'm X type of bigot is hilarious to me. And no amount of this, "Bow to me and my ideology or you are a bigot" will make me change who I am to my friends, my family, and the people I care about. I worship no one. And I will never bow to your cult like ideals. And maybe one day, someone like the person who sent that ask will find it justifiable to kill me. Who knows. I certainly don't. All I do know is that I'm a very caring person. And a lot of the time the stuff I mean get's lost in translation. What I say might be interpreted one way by one person and another by someone else.
That's just reality. But if you can't even come to me and ask for clarification, or you just expect me to placate someone because of the group they belong to, then you are barking up the wrong tree. You are not my friend. You are not my family. And a number of you are people that would actively endorse having me end my own life, or wishing someone would end my life for you.
Why? Because you are tyrants. You believe yourselves gods and that your "moral rights" are and should be everyone's "Moral rights". You will not rule me. You will not control me. You will not make me worship you as if you were gods. I am me, and only me. And I will live me best life not just for myself, but for the people I hold dear.
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Isn't Trapper's nickname a euphemism for rape. I think that could have been explored more in depth in the show. And Hawkeye's hookups aren't always the paragon of enthusiastic consent either.
CW for rape mention and sexual harassment
I haven't read the MASH book and I'm not sure how it is represented there but in the movie:
John McIntyre, Trapper John. Only man to find fulfillment in a Boston Maine Railway, in the- in the ladies can! Conductor opened the door, the girl looked out and yelled "Oh, he trapped me! Omigod, he trapped me!"
Unless I'm missing some historical context for the term that's used, "trapped" I don't know that this is rape. With that said, Trapper (and Hawkeye) in the film sexually harass Margaret, no two ways about it, so I can't say it would be OOC for movie Trapper. I'm not sure where the word "rape" came from in this instance but in my opinion, it's ambiguous. I'm totally open to being wrong if there is concrete evidence.
The incident is retconned out of the show, along with much of the cruelty they subject Margaret to - the primary target of public humiliation and shaming in the show Frank Burns (who in the movie is Margaret's only ally and exits the movie halfway through) and with how much character development Margaret gets, to me it seems a deliberate choice to reduce the volume and severity of abuse her movie counterpart endures. You would never catch movie HawkTrap helping Margaret sober up (Hot Lips and Empty Arms) or hide a body (Iron Guts Kelly). In Bombshells Trapper pointedly respects Margaret's "no", that's the crux of the whole episode. He also doesn't seem to enjoy or return her advances when she's blackout drunk in Hot Lips and Empty Arms.
Personally I don't see the value in this stuff being explored in the show. It's sort of addressed in Hepatitis when Margaret asks for "respect" and Hawkeye folds.
I'd actually argue there's more canonical proof from the show of Hawkeye not respecting consent than Trapper. They both kiss Margaret without her consent, Trapper in Rainbow Bridge and For the Good of the Outfit, Hawkeye in Dear Dad and There's Nothing Like a Nurse. I can't think of any more wrt to Trapper but Hawkeye kisses Frank once on the lips without his consent (twice if he caught him in For the Good of the Outfit - it's still sexual harassment even if he didn't), in Ceasefire Hawkeye seems to have promised himself romantically to multiple women, deceiving them so they'll sleep with him.
(I just wanna note that the Ceasefire example seems like a misstep - he's never actually shown misrepresenting himself that way, he's normally pretty up front with his casual hookups, and it never happens again. Seems like a bad subplot rather than something I'd call a recurring flaw)
I know we all love the 'pegging scene' in Carry on Hawkeye but making a big show of dropping your pants so your female coworker can give you a shot is harassment, he does it because he knows it'll make Margaret uncomfortable and he does the same thing again in Hepatitis when she calls him out.
But honestly I can't think of a single example other than Ceasefire where his hookups aren't enthusiastic on both sides. Like part of my problem with the Ceasefire example is that Margie Cutler is one of the women who thinks she'll be marrying Hawkeye after the war she flirts with both Trapper and Hawkeye in Requiem for a Lightweight, pimps out Hawkeye to her friend in Edwina like... girl you knew what this was??? So prior to that episode, she seemed to be pretty enthusiastic.
And honestly I push back pretty hard against the hookups being seen as unenthusiastic. There's plenty of nurses who happily make out with Trapper and I don't believe they're all unaware that he's married, he talks about it openly in OR - yeah that's infidelity and it's morally wrong but it doesn't mean there aren't two consenting adults.
Similarly I have a hard time believing that the nurses don't see Hawkeye with a different girl on his arm every week, they know what they're getting. One of the things I like a lot about early MASH is the sex is enjoyed by all - I value positive portrayals of female sexual pleasure in the 70s over fidelity to offscreen wives because of the historical context. Hollywood is still terrified of portraying cunnilingus and Hawkeye is constantly shaving for his dates. Could it be because he's very enthusiastically kissing women? I suppose. But knowing this show and Alan Alda in general, I dunno.
MASH did try to explore misogyny, it responded to early criticism and dropped some of flourishes it relied upon. That's good and bad imo. It's nice to not hear so many 'honeys' and 'sweethearts' in the OR, but I miss the casual fucking and sucking when it goes away.
We have Inga which gives us a very OOC Hawkeye imo being put in his place. Hepatitis which muddies about with some comparison of Hawkeye to Margaret's in-laws but is ultimately a sweet moment for Hawk-Margaret (really he comes to respect her over a longer period of time but I'll take it). Who Knew where Hawkeye whines about sleeping with Millie in lieu of acknowledging her interiority as though these are two entirely mutually exclusive things - a swing and miss imo. But then you have season 10's Cementing Relationships where Margaret spends the whole episode being sexually harassed and it's played completely for laughs - just because it isn't Hawkeye doing it anymore doesn't mean it's not wrong.
I do appreciate the attempts at addressing misogyny, even though I think it led to some big missteps, but I don't personally feel I missed out on anything by there not being an in-depth exploration of sex and consent. Sex and romance aren't really given much focus in general, so I don't think it would make sense to explore it very deeply.
#replies#re: mash#if you read all of this... good job#rape mention#harassment cw#glad i watched the movie so that i could actually reference it because you can really see the choices they made#made me appreciate the show more
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I need to address this because it bothers me that much. I'm not going to call out anyone. I'm just going to give my opinion.
"If you see someone justifying THOSE shows that claim to be part of the BDSM community, I call BS. The BDSM community knows consent, they have to.... torture/kidnappings/etc. From my experience, most in that community are FIERCELY against SA" We'll give them credit for at least not using triggering words.
I am part of the kink community. If you doubt me. That's fine, that's your right. So, for those with an open mind here is some info on me. I joined the community when I was 19, my mentor is a mutual on here. To which people have seen her collaborate my story. I've been in a lifestyle D/s relationship for over 17 years. I'm not only into D/s but S&M.
Kinksters motto is absolutely Safe, Sane, And Consensual. As an SA myself, you bet your ass I'm against it. I am not against Kinnporsche, LITA, or others. Why? Because it's fucking fiction. It's art and I can recognize that. People have the right to express their feelings through art or live vicariously through art. You can not like it. That's fine but you don't get to dictate because you don't like something. Let me ask you, who is it harming? Don't tell me the queer community because this same type of art is shown in straight media all the time. If you are going to hold queer media to a higher standard, than you are part of the problem. You are perpetuating a system that would have us treated differently.
Now, it would be an issue if any of this was not recognized as problematic behavior. That's not what is going on here. We all know that we wouldn't want to meet Vegas in real life and what he did was fucked up. We all admit that Pai slides into unacceptable in real life. No one is denying the problems. In some cases we don't give a fuck and maybe some are living vicariously through art. In others maybe it's stimulating critical thinking skills in order for us to see the grey outside of black and white.
"They've dealt with the stereotypes of wanting to abduct some stranger to sexually torture them"
That's actually a kink dude. There are kinksters who are into role play of non-consent or abduction and even torture. I personally don't cause that isn't for me and wow would I flash back. However, I know individuals who have them. They don't hurt people. Some have a difficult time explaining why they have them and they feel guilty enough without someone saying they're a problem. True people of the community and allies don't put down other kinksters. Even if it's not our flavor, we strive to understand. BDSM isn't where you work out your problems but no one can deny that there is a psychological connection to what we do. I say bravo to the individuals who do this in the SAFEST, SANE, AND CONSENSUAL manner in which they can. Which is to live vicariously through fantasy.
"No, those individuals probably just enjoy fluffy handcuffs and think THAT'S kinky"
I know that I personally made comments about fluffy handcuffs and I'm sorry. I apologize to anyone offended by my comments. I was up in my feels because it felt this person was saying I wasn't community that I let it blind me. It's unacceptable to judge another kinkster. Light play is still kink. I know plenty of people who have fluffy handcuffs and a paddle. You are still kinkster and I'm truly sorry for being inconsiderate.
Okay, so there is my opinion. Take it or leave it.
#love in the air the series#lita#love in the air kink#kinnporsche#kinnporsche kink#big dragon the series#big dragon kink#coconuts mafia
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Holy shit that Escape room Gish thing? I knew Misha’s queerbating was bad but I did even think it went THAT far. Jesus.
Yeah, me neither. I just ... ugh.
It was one thing to mislead and outright lie about the ship existing in the show for years - obnoxious and inflammatory, but at least it was about fictional characters. Even if an actually decent person would knock it the fuck off when everyone else started getting harassed over his antics? It was still just him lying about a fictional tv show.
It was another entirely to bait the minions with things like that poem in his poetry book about dude kissing even before the "I'm totes bi - oh shit regular people noticed, actually I'm straight" debacle. No one is obliged to reveal their sexuality. However, given the only thing most of his "fans" actually care about and the particular way he danced around his straightness, it's hard to see the way he presented himself as anything but calculated now.
It's yet a whole additional level of very targeted baiting to make the kind of creepy sexual dominance "jokes" about Jensen he has and validate the fans' crazypants idea one of the Radio Company songs is about Cas. I can kind of understand how his fans might be just faceless walking pocketbooks to be exploited to him, but it takes a special kind of sociopathic grifter to happily drag someone you personally know, who is supposedly your friend and colleague, into your baiting schemes. Doing so over and over again, not just without their consent, but in regards to something they've made their disapproval of very clear. To actually go as far as to be purposefully placing the same kind of super sneakret clues the shippers loudly dissect out of the show to insist their ship is real into GISH things to validate the "realness" of the tinhat RPF fantasies of the hardcore loonies is beyond fucked up. Doesn't even matter if he personally did it himself or directly signed off on it, that he's running an organization where anyone involved thought that was remotely appropriate speaks for itself.
Again, between his run on the canon and the years since, Misha has had nearly a decade and a half at this point to understand what the fandom is like. You'd have to be literally brain damaged to not understand by now that minions and hellers take this shit 100% seriously because they want to believe it's true. I don't think he's brain damaged, I think he doesn't genuinely care about anything but his own self-aggrandizement and getting $$$. If pretending that queerbaiting makes him a "fierce ally" gets him there, he'll happily keep doing it as soon as the outrage over his latest blunder clears.
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So I was looking at soap's wiki page and it says that he visited his cousin in the SAS many times and also tried to join under aged a few times, right? Well it doesn't say why, tho. And any normal person would assume that he wanted to join so bad because of his cousin. But im not normal so I got to thinking.well even if he did join just because of that cousin, that doesn't explain why whe tried to join early. Multiple times. So obviously there is atleast another factor in this situation. And we've all established his thing for hating himself, just a bit, and he's definitely not a straight man. And well homosexual and military down exactly sound like a the most delicious martini. And I'm not exactly caught up on Scotland's ally status, nor have I found much info about his family. So what if this was his way of self punishment for being a gay man?
But, El, what if he didn't realize his sexuality until aftet he joined? Or his family was supportive? An excellent question. If it wasn't that maybe it was because he had no direction in life. Perhaps he felt lost. Academics maybe weren't his strong suit, or he burnt out at somepoint, so college (university?) Wasn't an option. Maybe his parents said either higher education or a job, right?(yes I'm heavily projecting onto this poor man, I'm sorry but you also can't stop me) In today's day and age it is becoming increasingly difficult to find a job without a college degree. And jobs like that can always be unstable or underpaid or overworked, understaffed, unnecessarily dangerous, and a multitude of other things. But the military? Well you know what you're signing up for, you really only have to do as your told and no more, and you can do alot of good. Plus he already has a cousin in there.
Or maybe its as simple as his family has/had money issued and the military gives good pay?
Also apparently I left a comment on the latest chapter of I.S.B.T.P.K.F.T.S and I don't remember lol. Also I promise the next part of my favorite moments is coming out. I've been very busy lately. Sorry for the long ask
I've had SO many thoughts about Soap joining the military ESPECIALLY the fact he tried to join at 16 but was refused. You are allowed to join the military at 16 with parental consent, so I've come to the conclusion that his parents wouldn't like the fact that he wanted to be in the military - this tracks considering many Scots who see them self separate from Brits aren't typically the biggest fans of joining UK collective things like the military (this is coming from my Irish bg so it could be different).
As to why he wanted to join, I think there are multiple reasons, but if his queerness is a reason I would think its less to do with punishing himself (though sometimes it may feel like a punishment being around Ghost when Soap wants him so badly) and more to do with him possibly avoiding telling his family. Scotland as a whole recently is quite up there in ally status but that 1) doesn't reflect how the 2000's/2010's were 2) doesn't mean everyone is an ally ofc. Anyway, the MacTavishes aren't homophobic in any regard but that doesn't mean Soap knows that or isn't scared (either bc he's never seen his family react to queer people irl or, if he has, he'll think he'll be an exception).
Other causes likely are due to his school career: he was a footballer, but I don't think he ever tried to go pro, and in ISBTPKFTS the backstory I've given him wouldn't allow him to (W.C status and home life). And you make a great point with burnout - if we're sticking to real rules of the army, he wouldn't be able to be medicated or have lesson plan adjustments for his ADHD if he's diagnosed (i think I read that somewhere) so he's either not diagnosed or he never had accommodations so burnout is very likely. Uni, of course, would seem like a horrible thing for him, even if he was like many ppl who go to uni for the experience or bc of the job market.
But the idea that his parents expecting him to get a job or go to uni is very real (dw I'm also projecting here) and the monotonous work/life balance sounded like hell. Knowing his cousin's life in the army definitely planted the seed, and I think (in the fic at least) he'd visit his cousin to get some free time away from home but it ends up convincing him of what he wanted to do with his life. Like you said, you know what you sign up for with the army. He probably didn't expect the RSD to follow him especially if he isn't diagnosed, or if he's not very clued up on that part of his ADHD,hence why he can't rationalise his own feelings when they start to overwhelm him
Also dont be sorry and there's no rush I love that you even want to make those posts in the first place!! Thank you
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1. is cat hating misogyny
I think it's a little more complex than cat hating directly equals misogyny, it's a combination of how little we value and respect animals, and owning cats as pets being associated with women. people compare cats to dogs and expect cats to behave and respond in the same way dogs do, there is very little effort to understand cat behavior and a lot of undesirable behavior in cats is a direct response to their environment and the way they are treated, animals are a lot of effort and cats in particular get a reputation for being "easy" and aloof. also women need to be conditioned to fear being single in order to pressure them into relationships with men no matter how unsatisfactory they are, a woman putting herself and her pets above all else is demonized and this is why the crazy cat lady is used as a tool to scare women from becoming like that stereotype.
4. political lesbians
I think the concept is absolutely despicable. straight feminists have the tendency to associate lesbian attraction with the perverse ways men behave towards women and therefore they demonize lesbians and their desire for women and try to strip away the neutrality of the lesbian identity and politicize it disregarding the harm this does to actual lesbians. lesbianism is a sexual orientation and not a political statement, and when political "lesbians" eventually desert the term and enter into relationships with men again (because there is no way in hell you can convince yourself to be attracted to women when you are not) it's used against lesbians to prove that we can't be really lesbians cause they knew this other lesbian who is now married to a man. political lesbianism is also not the same as being a febfem or a heterosexual woman who chooses to remain celibate, I think women should do their best to de-center men from their lives and that can be achieved without bastardizing lesbianism.
11. polyamory/polygamy
it's incredibly annoying that liberals blindly accept polyamory without addressing its history (and event present) as a tool used by men to own as many women as possible, without the women's consent as it's not needed. you can't expect multiple individuals to enter into a poly agreement without anticipating that power dynamics due to misogyny will play out, I am very critical of it but I am also critical of monogamous heterosexual relationships but I don't want this ask to get too long lol.
13. who is a better lesbian ally: straight women vs gay men
gay men will understand your struggles as a fellow gay person but as men they can still be misogynistic af, it's the same with straight women we share a class as women but many of them are homophobic unfortunately, this is why I think lesbians are the only ones who can understand each other.
24. t-slur
not a fan of slurs in general specially the ones used in porn, I am just tired of the hypocrisy of having the t-slur as the one slur you never ever say but then all gay people are called "queer" against their will and the genderists liberally use f*g and dyke against gays and lesbians unchecked. sometimes I don't have it in me to care about a group of men who make women and especially lesbians' lives so much harder.
27. do butch/femme couples imitate heterosexuality
no, it's stupid that this is even a discourse in the "queer" community by people who themselves are in het relationships, it's just lesbophobia
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QAnon believer faces 5 years for death threat against “Satanic, trans” politician
A New Mexico QAnon believer has pleaded guilty to threatening to kill a cisgender Texas congresswoman because he thought she was a Satanic, transgender pedophile. He now faces up to five years in prison.
At 9:04 p.m. on May 18, 2023, a man named Michael David Fox, called the office of an unnamed U.S. House representative from Houston, Texas.
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“Hey [congresswoman], you’re a man. It’s official. You’re literally a tr**ny and a pedophile, and I’m going to put a bullet in your f**king face,” Fox’s voice message said. “You mother f**king Satanic c**k-sucking son of a whore. You understand me you f**ker?”
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When approached by FBI agents on May 26, Fox admitted to leaving the message and said that he wasn’t under the influence of drugs when he left them. He also said that he was a follower of QAnon, a right-wing conspiracy theory movement that has accused LGBTQ+ people and their allies of sexually abusing and torturing children. Early QAnon conspiracy #Pizzagate theorists falsely claimed that a gay-owned Washington D.C. pizzeria had imprisoned sex-trafficked children in its non-existent basement — the claim led an armed individual to enter the business demanding to see its basement.
“Fox explained these movements believe all over the world there were transgender individuals running governments, kingdoms, and corporations,” court documents stated. “Fox explained that he had run [the congresswoman’s] skull features through forensic analysis and determined that [she] was born male and is now transgender.”
Fox entered his guilty plea to U.S. Magistrate Judge Damian L. Martinez at the U.S. District Court in New Mexico last Thursday.
The FBI has deemed QAnon believers as a domestic terrorist threat. Its believers suspect that a shadowy international child-trafficking ring — run by Satan-worshipping Democrats, Hollywood elites, and lizard-humanoids — sexually abuse and torture kids in order to extract an allegedly psychedelic, youth-rejuvenating chemical called adrenochrome from their victims’ pituitary glands. While human bodies do produce adrenochrome, it does not actually have any psychedelic or youth-rejuvenating effects.
QAnon has been linked to death threats against LGBTQ politicians and their allies. QAnon believers have not partnered up with international organizations that actually work to prevent child trafficking.
Building off of this hysteria, right-wingers have claimed that transgender people, LGBTQ+ people, their allies, and gender-affirming doctors want to “sexualize” children and “mutilate” their genitals through surgery, even though such surgeries aren’t conducted on trans children.
Doctors, however, do regularly mutilate children’s genitals through irreversible circumcision and other surgeries on intersex infants without the infant’s consent. Some of these surgeries result in permanent damage and even death. However, QAnon adherents and right-wingers seem unconcerned about these commonplace surgeries. http://dlvr.it/Swf2bG
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Been reconnecting with a bunch of people from various stages of my life over the last year. Mainly it's been them somehow refinding me online and starting a conversation. The main consistent thing all of them have said is how much light, love, care and compassion I had, that I'm amongst the most inspirational people they've met that's truly left a mark on their lives. All of these messages I'm too scared to reply too due to a myriad of thoughts and feelings
I'm just gonna bullet point them all here
All through that time we knew each other I was holding in so much hurt and pain that there's no way I could have been the person you're thinking of.
The me now could never live up to that person's "legacy".
You all in someway abandoned me and that's the reason why we haven't spoken for year.
Why now, why are you all contacting me now saying this? What happened?
Whenever I've thought back on our friendship I always remembered it fondly, but now my rose tinted glasses are knocked off. All I see are people who took advantage of the kindness I radiated and used me to a certain degree.
No wonder I have a laundry list of abandonment issues.
None of them have been trans people, all of them have been ciswomen.
Thanks for the compliment, but now I realise what was happening I don't think I have the ability to reply.
Some of you were only here for the LGBT ally status, look at my quirky femboy friend "oh you couldn't tell, I know right?" I kinda flirt with them too cause it ticks this low-key lesbian experience curiosity I've got going on and I can just tell myself their still a guy so it alright.
Some of you fondled my fake tits and my albeit great ass without any consent. Just thought you had the right to grope me anywhere anytime because "it's how us girls are treated"
Nobody ever talks about how predatory cis women can be, it's all transwomen are the true predators we're just innocent women who you can easily over power. Like, erm no, strength has nothing to do with it. People can manipulate others into believing what they are doing to you as normal. I repeat, "it's how us girls are treated", saying we have an excuse to physically abuse you in public whenever we want because we feel we have the right over your body. "I'm sorry I outed you to my friend, it'll never happen again" Regardless they outed me and now I have to live with this whole fear of not knowing who knows an intimate detail about me and who doesn't. The only way to conquer that fear was outing myself to I didn't live in a constant state of paranoia all the time. The classic show you off to their parents probably for shock value leading to having to navigate a whole awkward conversation about my sexuality, gender and genitals with their parents because "they're just curious" and "have never met someone like you before" essentially saying we've never got to see a true freak like you in the wild before and now we're allowed to grill you with any questions we desire because you are entertainment for us. I'm so done with that talk, having to just justify my existence to complete strangers. Just leave us alone, let us build our own communities and just stop having a say on our rights the lot of you. It's honestly all we want and you just keep taking pieces from our bodies because we're not human to you.
Erm ooops like cis people are great, honestly. Just encase I accidentally hurt any of their feelings. Y'know how they're been such a good ally over all these years, championing my journey on from the sidelines without ever engaging over the years!
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